Two Thousand Three Hundred and Forty-Two Murders in Yanyu Building

Boom!

The door of the private room was pushed open just like that, and a young man barged in carelessly.

A group of people followed behind him, all of them had an unconcealable sword intent, they should be from the same sect, otherwise the sword intent would not be so clear.

Zhang Ping kept complaining, and stood aside, not daring to stop him. Obviously, you rarely come here once in hundreds of years. Did you pay a deposit in Yajian?

But for these words, he only dared to mutter a few times in his heart, and kept apologizing on the surface.

Among the visitors, there was only one old man who attracted the attention of Xiao Chen and Wu Meng.

Because just this one person has a lineage of emperor cultivation, and the rest are all in the realm of human kings. If you don't reach the emperor, no matter how defiant you are, you are not worth mentioning in their eyes, not even worth much.

Looking at it like this, the hearts of the few people settled down, and they still looked calm and helped others calmly.

Only Xiao Chen, the young man with the leading gaze, looks thoughtful and seems familiar, but he can't remember where he saw it.

"Xiao Chen!"

The young man had an extraordinary temperament, and he had a faint royal dragon aura on his body. He was obviously a relative of the emperor, with royal blood, and his temperament was noble.

boom!

In an instant, the aura on his body exploded, regardless of the rules of Yanyu Building that no hands are allowed.

This eruption could be unreserved, and the astonishing murderous aura spread out.

In an instant, the harmonious atmosphere of the Yanyu Building was broken, and the sound of the Ziyun master playing on the stage stopped abruptly.

All the guests will stare curiously at this place.

Although Yanyu Building is not the top brothel in Yancheng, the imperial capital, its background is also terrifying. Even if ordinary princes do it here, they have to weigh it carefully.

Sometimes even if disputes are unavoidable, they are all fighting against each other, and most of them dare not really do it.

Because of the rules, everyone understands.

Like today, unscrupulous, unreservedly releasing all his aura, the murderous aura is even colder and a little scary.

How much hatred is this?

Such a weird thing caused many guests to cast their eyes on this place, wanting to see the picture.

"No!"

But just when the man rose into the sky and was about to attack Xiao Chen, the old emperor emperor stepped forward as if in a panic, and firmly controlled his young master.

"Old Feng, let go, I'm going to kill him, I have to kill him! I'm going to crush him to ashes, I'm going to let him die!"

The young man in Chinese clothes was suppressed by his own master, feeling extremely uncomfortable, his eyes were blood red, and he fell into madness.

But Mr. Feng complained repeatedly in his heart, and even wanted to curse a few times, who can you kill... The table opposite is very eye-catching. But most of the people sitting at the table were emperors, especially the man in white clothes in the middle, which only made Mr. Feng feel extremely terrified.

Wu Meng and the others looked indifferent, with cold eyes, and their expressions did not fluctuate at all.

Xiao Chen picked up the wine glass, and found that the wine in the glass was empty, and before he made any movement, Bao'er laughed softly, and obediently filled Xiao Chen's wine.

After entering the drink, Xiao Chen put down the glass slowly, and said with some doubts: "I seem to recognize you, but I can't seem to remember who you are."

"I am the king of Yujun, the mausoleum of the king of Yujun, Mr. Feng, let me go and let me kill him."

When the visitor heard that Xiao Chen didn't even remember his name, he couldn't help roaring, feeling that he had been greatly insulted.

The atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, Prince Yu was furious, but Mr. Feng held him tightly.

A group of brothers around me looked at each other in blank dismay, also not knowing what to do.

"Prince Yujun, I recognize him, his father is Prince Chaoyun!"

"It's strange, why is the old man beside him holding him down and not letting him make a move?"

"It's not easy, he must have broken the rules of the brothel."

"Not necessarily! I have a strange feeling, and most of it is because of the man in white. This man is obviously not simple."

"It's also strange. This person doesn't even know Yu Junwang, but Yu Jun Wang saw him, but he seemed to be crazy."

The weird scene in the private room made everyone puzzled and couldn't figure out what happened.

"King Yujun?"

Xiao Chen showed doubts, and said in a deep voice: "Which Yujun king, I don't know any Yujun king."

"Damn it! Xiao Chen, do you think you can escape death by pretending to be crazy? When Long Teng Hou's mansion left, I swore that I would not kill you in this life, and I would not be a human being. I will do everything possible to find you. It even came to your door. Feng Lao, let me go, if you don't let me go, I will let my father kill you when I go back."

In Yujun King's Mausoleum, Chen looked at each other with angry eyes. If eyes could kill, Xiao Chen would probably die hundreds of times, thousands of times, tens of thousands of times.

As if he didn't hear Wang Ling's words, Mr. Feng laughed softly and said, "My lord, you are laughing at my prince's nonsense. Since you don't know each other, let's go first. Farewell, farewell."

Seeing Xiao Chen didn't seem to be able to remember, Mr. Feng thought to himself that he was lucky, and wanted to take King Yu away quickly.

Xiao Chen played with the wine glass in his hand, thought about it, and said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, I remembered who he is."

King Yujun... It was really a grievance many years ago. At that time, when he first entered the Central World, Lan Luo's father Long Tenghou invited him, and someone competed with him on the battlefield.

Shoot three arrows in a row, the opponent is defeated with each arrow, and the opponent is defeated with each arrow.

But the opponent refused to accept it, and took out his secret treasure. As a result, he shot the stars with an arrow from the shadow bow, and the opponent was defeated again.

In the end, he continued to play tricks, trying to kill him with swordsmanship, and after losing, he wanted to attack him in groups.

This kind of person is personable on the surface, and he is also a member of the royal family. He seems like a dog. But after picking off that layer of hypocritical skin, it is more disgusting than a rogue, not only ignorant of self-knowledge, but also as difficult to deal with as a mad dog.

No wonder I don't remember him, almost eight years have passed, how could Xiao Chen take the trouble to remember something that is not as good as rubbish.

If he hadn't reminded me several times, I really couldn't remember it.

At this moment, Mr. Feng was a little stupefied, and said awkwardly: "Your Excellency, my son is the son of Prince Yun. He already has a title and his name has been written in the royal family tree..."

Xiao Chen interrupted: "Let him go."

Elder Feng felt that the matter was a little serious, and wanted to continue something, while Wu Meng said in a deep voice: "I told you to let go, do you hear me?"

King Yujun didn't realize it, he was completely dazzled by the anger and the hatred that had been suppressed in his heart for eight years, and said loudly: "Mr. Feng, don't make others ambitious, let me go! I won't see you for eight years today. What kind of confidence does he have, dare to walk into Yancheng, the imperial capital, to die!"

Elder Feng Guruo heard nothing, and said in the morning: "I'm sorry, I can't let you go."

He felt a trace of murderous intent, maybe if he let go, Prince Yu might die tragically on the spot.

The idea is a bit exaggerated, in the Misty Rain Tower, does anyone really dare to kill?

The person who was killed was still the son of Prince Yun. Although his blood was thin, it was genuine royal blood, a royal family member, just like a fake.

I don't know why, but Mr. Feng just feels that as soon as he lets go, Prince Yu will die immediately.

This intuition that scares him makes him dare not let go. He is equal now, waiting for the masters of Yanyu Tower to come forward.

Although the Misty Rain Tower is large, if something happens, within ten seconds, experts will definitely come.

But these ten seconds, Mr. Feng felt like a year, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he was extremely nervous.

Xiao Chen swept his eyes and landed on Feng Lao, and his eyes met at this moment.

boom!

Immediately, the powerful soul power of the three-veined emperor, accompanied by the king's Qinglong bloodline, fell on Old Feng with terrifying pressure. Mr. Feng wanted to hold on, but under this huge pressure, he was like a mayfly shaking a tree, completely powerless.

With just one glance, he was defeated on the spot.

King Yujun felt that Feng Lao couldn't restrain himself, so he shouted wildly, soared into the air, and stabbed Xiao Chen with his sword.

call out!

How terrifying is this sword, after eight years of sharpening the sword, even a blunt blade will become extremely sharp.

In the past eight years, day and night, Prince Yu could never forget the scene of humiliation in Longteng Mansion. That was the humiliation of his life, and the huge pressure was converted into motivation. He had been practicing hard in the Shenjian Pavilion for many years, and he was waiting for this day.

King Yujun felt that this sword seemed to be a bit extraordinary. It seems that the bottleneck of my Heaven-Defying Human King is about to be broken. After this sword, I will condense my divine seal, and I will definitely succeed.

In ecstasy, my whole body was trembling, nervous and excited.

Xiao Chen, it really was his demon barrier, killing him, and breaking through the emperor by himself is just around the corner.

What a terrible sword!

The killing intent and dao rhyme contained in the sword made the other warriors in the Yanyu Building who were far away feel a chill.

Boom!

But King Yu, who had just jumped up and hadn't fully started yet, suddenly exploded.

Yes, it exploded.

Thousands of sword lights erupted from his body, resplendent and dazzling. In the next moment, there were no bones left, only the remains of broken limbs and a pile of blood spilled in the private room.

As for that terrifying sword, before it fully bloomed, it was silent, like a flower withered.

"Killed!"

Someone killed someone in the Misty Rain Building, and it was King Yujun who killed him!

After a while, the entire Misty Rain Building was in chaos, and everyone suddenly woke up, what happened.

The entire Misty Rain Building fell into chaos. Someone was frightened and wanted to leave in a hurry, knocking over many tables and chairs.

Someone exclaimed loudly, unbelievable.

The huge misty and rainy building suddenly became a mess, and there was no more, misty and rainy, a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

Yancheng, the capital of the empire, has been in peace and prosperity for many years, and there may be people who die secretly every day.

Perhaps the conflict of interests has never stopped.

But the incident of daring to kill people in a brothel on the bright side has not been heard for hundreds of years.

In particular, the ones who were killed were those with royal blood.

Is the sky in this imperial capital going to change?